24 Hours From Now, I'll be still aroundDigging up potholes, then kill ya sound to fill the groundMy skill abounds over yours in comparisonCause you square and It's embarrasingYou can talk to the hand like Mr. GarrisonYour strategy is to pass timeFigured that if I posted first, then you could get in the last linePraying that you'll surpass mine, with a punchline and a crass rhymeBut I be Def with the language without the hand signsI put em up and you can't climb the edificeCause I'm phatter than Cameron Manheim with the rhetoricI'm a landmine to stepping degeneratesAnd I'm bettin I'm even better when editedWhen it gets into repetetive dosesYou'll be beggin' for more like I was a medical sedativeI'll pull your card and leave ya discreditedYou see, my style is like a family reunion, because it's all relativeYou're outta your element, in America with a pesoYou can't deliver your own rhymes, like a pantomime at a stage showYou gonna need backup. coming up with another productionYou're style is akin is to your siteYou're whole flow is under constructionBeen a cartoonist since birthSince your sweating my recordsGo check the package because I dissed you on the insertYou're better off as a comicCause Punchline artists get framed splatteredAnd hung like a painting from Jackson PollackSo, crack your wallet, cause your raps are squalidCause you suck more than porn starlet's mouthIn a black hole with a vacuum on itSo, swallow it whole, nigga, pride & allShow the same ignorance that made Master P decide to ballAnd actually since your stal I'll win with apathyCause I'm a threat veiled as your teacher like the aliens in the faculty